I love the idea of being in love but I can't continue to be in love with an idea. The older one gets the more one desires something solid, sure; something to settle down with. Sometimes we have this marvelous thought of what love should be like, what it should look like etc. But then reality hits and we realize (hopefully) that our ideal person exists solely in the hallowed halls of our mind and that the person we really need and is best for us may not match up to that expectation. At this point, at this juncture, we have a decision to make. Either you keep believing in the Wizard of Oz, or accept the fact that he's just a dude from Kansas; as lost and homesick as you are. The most sure way you find your way home, is by believing in yourself...and scoring an amazing pair of shoes.